Disclaimer; This series has sensitive topics such as suicide and self harm. If you are sensitive to these topics then this series may not be for you.


My reflection was almost unrecognizable, I felt the deep circles underneath my eyes to try and rub away the deep, dark circles. The tower wrapped around my body couldn't hide my bones above my chest from sticking out awkwardly. My skin was lifeless, and the only thing bright was my green eyes staring back at me. But even then, my eyes were no longer dancing.

"Lacie!" I reverted my eyes from the bathroom mirror at my name, "Hurry up! I have to brush my teeth."
"I'm coming Clay." I whispered, quickly splashing cold water on my face and getting dressed I exited the bathroom, acting like I hadn't just stared in the mirror pathetically of the past half hour.

"Good morning lovely." My Mother rubbed my shoulder on my way to the kitchen, holding a bright pink bowl with a heaping helping of eggs. I didn't react to her voice, but shifted away at her touch, "Jeez Lacie, you have been acting so odd these past few months."
I stared at her eyes, had she not noticed the horrible events of this past year. "Mom." I whispered, "Just because you working against the Jensens doesn't mean you have to be insensitive."

"I wasn't-"

I walked away before she could say more, nearly bumping into Clay, "Watch out." He scoffed. I mostly ignored him.

"Do you want toast, Lacie?" I heard my Mom call from the kitchen.

I turned up my nose at the mention, "I'm just going to do without breakfast." I shrugged.

"Here, I'll drive you." My Dad turned the paper from his seat at the table.

I shook my head, "I'll just walk." I insisted.

Clay cast me a look. But he didn't find anything wrong and just nodded.

It was a cold day, and the wind seemed to whip my deep brown hair around my face and leave small scratches. I didn't tie it up in a ponytail, I just let it painfully bite me. I was used to the cold, and I didn't mind it. Usually Clay would drive me to school since Dad bought Clay a car after he crashed his bike. But, lately I've been wanting to just be alone. Loneliness was pleasurable to me, I'm already eating myself up inside, and without anyone else helping. Secrets were normal to me, for example nobody knew how many issues I was having with myself right now and truth be told, I don't want anyone to know.

"Aye Jensen!"

I froze at my spot and turned, "Tony." I acknowledged him while he sat in his glossy red convertible.

"Where's your brother?"

"I wanted walk." I said, "I don't need Clay to go to school you know?"

"I know, I know." Tony popped open the passenger door to his convertible, "Wanna ride?"

I chewed on my bottom lip in thought, "Sure." I said flatly, "Why not."

I sat down and stared at the road ahead of me, the silence chewing me up inside, "I know what your doing." I turned my head to him.

Tony drummed his thumb on the wheel, "What do you mean?"
I stared at him thinking whether or not I should give him a response, "I know your the person that gave me the letter Tony, and I know you read it."
Tony stared at the road head of him, "Hm." Was all he said.

"The day you gave Clay the tapes, you gave me her letter… the letter that was from her addressed to me." I paused, "And the letter was opened… and I know that Hannah wouldn't have sealed the letter and opened it again."

Tony stopped at a red light, "Listen kid, you can be mad at me for opening the letter and reading it, whatever. It's just what I read."

I winced, "Don't worry about it."
"Don't worry about it? Seriously Jensen?" He almost seemed upset, "She was tellin' you no to end up like her. You think I don't know what that means?"

"I know you know." I whispered, "Because for the last couple of months all yo have been doing is staring at my fucking wrists, and staring at my face to make sure I'm not crying." I crossed my arms and slumped back down, "Your not that slick."

"Well Hannah knew." Tony said, "She left that letter, and the note inside of it to warn you. She was warning you to do better."
"God Tony? Don't you get it? People can't wake up and fucking change in a millisecond. And believe it or not, I don't want to be the center of attention as the next 'depressed girl'." Tony pulled up to the front of our school. I grabbed the door, but it was instantly clicked locked.

"You gotta tell Clay." Tony told me.

"What? No." I turned my voice into a hushed whisper, "He doesn't even know why I listened to the tapes."
"Either you tell him, or I will." The door's clicked unlocked.

I slammed the door, "You don't control me."